1. |
Bourbon and Coke
03:51
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BOURBON AND COKE
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)
There's a road runs out the southside of town
Goes by the name of Highway 71
It's dark and it's lonely out there
But, baby we find our fun
They've got some fine liquor stores
And some dancehall shotgun shacks
We'll find us a jumpin' juke joint
Maybe we never come back
And I'll never tell your Momma
And you'll never tell my Paw
We'll get drunk on bourbon and coke
And later we'll wreck my car
Hop in this TransAm
This muscle car's feelin' alright
I got the accelerator pushed
We're goin' run every goddam red light.
You can wear your blue dress
And your see-through black lace bra
I'll put on my snake skin boots
Baby, we'll look like stars
We'll dance like two lunatics
Like they always knew that we was
Kiss me with those hot red lips
Oh god, I gotta stop this car
And I won't tell your Momma
And you'll never tell my Paw
We'll get drunk on bourbon and coke
And later we'll wreck my car
There's a road runs out the southside of town
Goes by the name of Highway 71
It's dark and it's lonely out there
But, baby we find our fun
They've got some fine liquor stores
And some dancehall shotgun shacks
We'll find us a jumpin' juke joint
Maybe we never come back
And I'll never tell your Momma
And you'll never tell my Paw
We'll get drunk on bourbon and coke
And later we'll wreck my car
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2. |
Take His Place
03:20
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TAKE HIS PLACE
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)
Come all ye who love and hate
Come all ye who care
In the wind and the rain where we’ll place our lives
Naked, alone and bare
Stand before the Sun’s great warmth
Stand beneath the Sky
And Heaven’s grace will bless this place
As a body meets a body comin’ through the rye
You don’t need to believe in me
You don’t need to have faith
My Father died many years ago
And I’ll never take his place
Come all ye who suffer and hurt
Come all ye in pain
Lay your body and your burden down
And sing this song of praise
Walk before the ends of time
Let your light shine through
Dance upon your grave it's time
Let the love flow over you
There are many here amongst us
Whose spirit is crushed and lame
Lend a hand to these sad men
And break their tortured chains
spoken:
I need to testify
There are many here amongst us
Whose spirit is crushed and lame
Lend a hand to these sad men
And break their tortured chains
You don’t need to believe in me
You don’t need to have faith
My Father died many years ago
And I’ll never take his place
When a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye
When a body kiss a body
Need that body cry
When a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye
When a body kiss a body
Need that body cry
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3. |
Wicked Wind
05:13
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WICKED WIND
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)
In our bedroom, late tonight
Wallpaper looks like a map in this light
One thousand highways and a million tiny towns
I trace the contours and I walk the lines
And the wicked wind whips at the door
Wakes the cat up and
Freezes the floor
And the wicked wind sings of a place
That promises everything
Can’t be erased
Through the cobwebs and the dark plaster dust
Our map marks a land of mistrust
And in my mind I find a road uncrossed
And disappear on it in the fog and exhaust
And the wicked wind weeps at our door
Creeps into our bedroom and
Freezes the floor
And the wicked wind swirls over head
Descends slowly and
Settles on our bed
I walked a highway doesn’t appear on this map
That runs from my nightmares, is riddled with traps
Of misquided wanderings and forelorn lusts
That killed the true love, the kindness, the trust
And the wicked wind wails at our door
Sends you packin’ and
Pacing the floor
And the wicked wind whips at your face
As you walk your own highway
To the undiscovered place
And the wicked wind wails at our door
Sends you packin’ and
Pacing the floor
Now the wicked wind whips at your face
As you walk your own highway
To the undiscovered place
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4. |
The Art of Living
03:10
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THE ART OF LIVING
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)
Everybody looks right through me
Like I’m a piece of glass
I feel more like a mirror
Reflecting some long lost past
Its been a long, long time
Since I’ve felt at home
I keep wearing this stranger’s face
Hoping they’ll all just leave me alone
The art of living
The aesthetics of life
Forget truth, forget freedom
Just try not lying to yourself.
I know you don’t have the answers
And the questions only hurt
So let’s take our longings
Crush them down in the cold, cold dirt
Its been a long, long road
And it all looks the same
Same people, same circumstance
All misfired at close range
The price of living
A pound of flesh on the scales
Is a debt whose payment buys
One more coffin, one more nail
The fact of living
Is it travels fast
Yeah, its corruptible
Yeah, it was never built to last
I forgot the rules to this game
Is it no regrets is the best
Or maybe regrets is all we have left
When we settle down take our final rest
If I had a dream to come to true
It would be one about me and you
It would include a big front porch
An ocean view and a sky of blue
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5. |
Radiation
02:58
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RADIATION
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)
Faithless days burn deep in our skin
. . . radiation heals
Walk my body out to the lower fields
. . . leave me to rest beneath a tree
Thank you for the tumors
. . . a grateful system sings
And I need nothing more from you
. . . and I’ll leave nothing more for you
Sabian cymbal crashes to the floor
Exposed wires spark into the dark
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6. |
Wayfaring Stranger
03:32
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7. |
The Highway Back
04:23
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THE HIGHWAY BACK
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)
Lonesome bad road
Half-a-day from Mobile
Windows rolled down
Roaring wind conceals
Highway’s emptiness
Hard luck deals
On that highway back from Natchez
Through the piney woods and hard red clay
I felt my heart was so heavy
The land lay open
The sky was so high
Sadness drifted through
You had to say good-bye
To me,
You were the only one
Your eyes,
Were like two shining suns
If you,
Would only come back home
I wouldn’t hurt you
You wouldn’t cry
I can love you
Let me try
Darkness presses
I turn the headlights on
A haunted radio plays
A Hank William’s song
Now I know why
I’m so lonesome I could cry
On that highway back from Natchez
Through the piney woods and hard red clay
It filled me with a longing
To hold you closely
Your lips next to mine
Sadness is everything
Loneliness is mine
To me,
You were the only one
Your eyes,
Were like two shining suns
If you,
Would only come back home
I wouldn't hurt you
You wouldn’t cry
I can love you
Let me try
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8. |
Henry David Thoreau
06:06
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HENRY DAVID THOREAU
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)
16 men on a deadman’s chest
Yo-ho-ho-ho and another blood test
A tatoo-tag on both your hips
The nurses dance to a total eclipse
Back to the room where they make you strip
And hook you up to the morphine drip
But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you
Someday showhow I pray
That all these doubts will go away
That there’ll never be a judgement day
No black spots on my x-ray
There was a darkness on the slide
Twelve out of twelve, side by side
The ferryman began to row
Metastasized in my lymph nodes
But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you
Someday I hope that I will go
Straight back home to Thibedeaux
Far from these hospital woes
Live like Henry David Thoreau
But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you
Someday showhow I pray
That all these doubts will go away
There’ll never be a judgement day
No black spots on my x-ray
There was a darkness on the slide
Twelve out of twelve, side by side
The ferryman began to row
Metastasized in my lymph nodes
But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain from you
The ships lauched out with eight black sails
Into the storm and wind-force gales
16 men on a deadman’s chest
Yo-ho-ho-ho and another blood test
A tatoo-tag on both your hips
The nurses dance to a total eclipse
Back to the room where they make you strip
And hook you up to the morphine drip
But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you
But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you
Someday I hope that I will go home
Straight back home to Thibedeaux
Far from these hospital woes
Live like Henry David Thoreau
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9. |
Last Man Standing
03:57
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LAST MAN STANDING
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)
Nobody’s counting
But you seemd to have worked your way
Through most of these men
Who make up this sad town
Nobody’s counting
Nobody’s counting
But I seem to be the last man
Standing here with you
Baby
Last man standing
Right in front of you
Don’t look through me
I can see you
Nobody’s counting
But you seemed to cry a few tears
Over this life
Nobody’s counting
But I called your house all last night
Nobody answered
Last man standing
Right in front of you
Don’t look through me
I can see you
Time is precious
Don’t lets waste it
I’m (you're) the last man
Standing here
Nobody’s counting
But its just a few steps out
To my car, and on
To a brand new life
But nobody’s counting
Now nobody’s talking
The silence comes crashing down
Say someting baby, please don’t let me down
Don’t let me down
Baby
Last man standing
Right in front of you
Don’t look through me
I can see you
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10. |
Naked Brain
03:11
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It’s the age of the Naked Brain
Nothing sacred, its only profane
I’m sippin fine champange
Thinking ‘bout the new brain drain
Some it’s chic some say urbane.
My heart speaks a double speak
Can’t translate, it's Ancient Greek
Makes you think makes you wanna critique
You ain’t old you’re a fine antique
And your mine, and your mine
And your mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine.
We’re all victims of the Naked Brain
Dancing nightly in the acid rain
Lord and master of the world of pain
Curing the sick, the blind and the lame
Extolling virtues, never laying no blame
Some say it’s sad, some say a shame.
My heart speaks a double speak
Can’t translate, it's Ancient Greek
Makes you think makes you wanna critique
You ain’t old you’re a fine antique
And your mine, and your mine
And your mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine.
It’s the dawn of the Naked Brain
Its got clothes but always abstains
Its goin’ bald so it uses Rograine
Throwin’ matches at old gas main
Move the family outside of Ft. Wayne
Drawin’ up a military campaign
Some it’s chic, some say urbane
Some say it’s sad, some say a shame.
My heart speaks a double speak
Can’t translate, it's Ancient Greek
Makes you think makes you wanna critique
You ain’t old you’re a fine antique
And your mine, and your mine
And your mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine.
1, 2, 3, 4!
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